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Saturday, February 9, 2013

The 30-Day Blogging Challenge: Day 6 A Moment You Wish You Could Relive

Day 6 for the 30-Day Blogging Challenge! :D This one got me thinking.

Which moment do I wish I could relive? The first thing that came to mind was the first time I read the Harry Potter series. Or any book read for the first time, really. Once you read it, that's it. You've read it. You know what happens. So I guess I would say that I wish I could relive any time where I read a book for the first time.

I am a 17-year-old homeschooler, author, daydreamer, voracious reader, introvert, feminist, klutz, fangirl, and overuser of tape. I love the impossible (which might explain my obsessions with fantasy novels and Harry Potter) but I dip into the real world . . . occasionally. I tend to get overly emotional over my OTPs and eat sushi or listen to Taylor Swift to soothe the pain. If all else fails, reruns of “Doctor Who” or “Supernatural” is sure to help. I’m a big fan of mismatched socks, Cheez-Its, and bittersweet endings. I believe anything Rainbow Rowell, Felicia Day, or Lin-Manuel Miranda touches turns to gold. If you want to win the way to my heart, help me adopt a baby elephant. Or a llama. Or both. I write to survive and will often yell at my characters if they aren’t behaving, which is always. It doesn’t usually help. I am a contributor to the "Fauxpocalypse" anthology. You can follow me on Twitter at @Magic_Violinist.

4 comments:

I would like to relive meeting Daddy for the first time. I'd pay more attention to every detail, including the date! I'd also relive meeting you and your brother for the first time, too. Amazing times.

That is a tough one! There are too many for me to pick just one. I wish I could go back in time and beat Mommy to the punch so it wouldn't seem like I was copying her. But I'm going to sort of copy her: the moment Mommy and I realized we were accidentally "stalking" each other (we had SO many ways we could have met), the first time you squeezed my finger, the first time I held your brother. There. How's that?

I think the first time I sawyour motherwhen she was born. Actually I did not see her buta blurr through my tears. I was sooo happy. Uncle Bob was thirteenand I thought I was done having babies. The big surprise was she was a girl, a beautiful baby girl. I was alone in the room with the hospital people. Vavo was working. I wanted to tell someone the awesome news. It was a moment that I felt God's love in givingme sucha precious gift after so many years. I stll smile to myself when I think of the fist time I held her and smelled her baby smell. Aahhhhh.

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I am a 17-year-old homeschooler, author, daydreamer, voracious reader, introvert, feminist, klutz, fangirl, and overuser of tape. I love the impossible (which might explain my obsessions with fantasy novels and Harry Potter) but I dip into the real world . . . occasionally. I tend to get overly emotional over my OTPs and eat sushi or listen to Taylor Swift to soothe the pain. If all else fails, reruns of “Doctor Who” or “Supernatural” is sure to help. I’m a big fan of mismatched socks, Cheez-Its, and bittersweet endings. I believe anything Rainbow Rowell, Felicia Day, or Lin-Manuel Miranda touches turns to gold. If you want to win the way to my heart, help me adopt a baby elephant. Or a llama. Or both. I write to survive and will often yell at my characters if they aren’t behaving, which is always. It doesn’t usually help. I am a contributor to the "Fauxpocalypse" anthology. You can follow me on Twitter at @Magic_Violinist.